Author Interview with Michele ZurloHow long have you been an author? Michele: I started writing seven years ago when my student won a contest and I got a laptop as a prize. My first novel was published about 5.5 years ago.Have there been any surprises along the way? Michele: I’m surprised by everything. The fact that people pay for stories that come out of my head is a humbling experience. I’m also surprised whenever I get an email from a reader. Those are always special, and I’ve saved them all.

Why this story? What was your inspiration to write it?

Michele: I am the type of person that people don’t immediately like, or the kind that people like for a little while until they realize I’m abnormal. My significant other is convinced I have Asperger’s Syndrome. The WebMD description does fit me pretty well, especially the social awkwardness, klutziness, high intelligence in certain areas, OCD, ADD, etc... I’ve struggled my whole life with trying to fit in and figure out how to relate to people—and how to change my innate behavior to match social situations even when the behavior makes little sense to me. I have a few close friends, and I treasure those who take the time to understand that I’m not being rude—It doesn’t occur to me to respond in the manner you’re expecting. Because of that, I wanted to make a character you had to get to know in order to really like and understand her. Lacey was borne of my frustration at trying to function in a world that doesn’t get me. While she doesn’t have Asperger’s, she does have OCD, and she does things to drive people away. Of course, once I had the character, I had to develop a plot and a backstory. Kiss Me Goodnight grew from there.

What was your favorite part of the book to write?

Michele: I like the intensely emotional scenes the best. One of my favorites is when Dylan takes her to a park at night, and they sort of turn a corner in their relationship.Is there a message you want your readers to take away from this book?

Michele: I would like readers to learn to take a deeper look at people, especially if they seem awkward or off-putting at first.Do you have any other upcoming releases or projects you would like to talk about?

Michele: Kiss Me by Moonlight, the second book in the Kiss Me series, is the conclusion of Lacey and Dylan’s story. Though each book stands alone, readers will be wondering what happened after the end of Kiss Me Goodnight (if my beta readers were any indication.) It’s due out in June.

Fun Questions:Who is on your "to be read" shelf? Jim Butcher—I plan to get to the next book in the Dresden Files this summer.What are you reading now? The Shriver ReportIf you could only pick one book from your childhood to preserve for others to read, what would it be? I can’t remember reading anything but junk in my childhood, but I like the Skippyjohn Jones books. They are hilarious, and I’ve learned so much Spanish from reading them.How do you find your muse? My mind never turns off. I have learned to write down the ideas that just won’t go away, and then when I sit down to write, I have a ton of ideas from which to choose.Where is your favorite spot to write? I like to sit on the sofa and put my feet up.What book do you think should be made into a movie? Kiss Me Goodnight ; )

BLURB:

I’m Lacey Hallem, and I have a few secrets. These aren’t them: I wash my hands a lot and lie when I’m stressed. Also, I have horrible taste in men. That’s how I knew Dylan was trouble the first time I saw him… Life can be challenging for Lacey, especially when things don’t come in sets of six, but she’s smart and funny and able to keep her demons at bay—most of the time. She might have sensed trouble when she set eyes on Dylan, a delectable musician in a vintage T-shirt, but that doesn’t stop her from thinking about him, or spending more and more time in his company. Enter Thomas. Wealthy, handsome, and completely adoring of Lacey (flaws and all), he’s everything a man should be. So why can’t she convince her heart to fall in love?Excerpt (Lacey meets Dylan for the first time) Within minutes, Mr. Hotness appeared on the other side of my table, blocking my view of the road. I was struck by his teal eyes. I hadn’t expected them. The color seemed too bold to be true on the surface, but when I looked more closely, I saw flecks of blue and green. His midnight hair, longish, falling over his forehead and curling at the ends, made their color stand out even more.

He smiled—a friendly one, not a wanna-fuck one. “Are these seats taken?”

I wouldn’t have minded seeing the wanna-fuck one, though he was clearly with his son, and blatant flirting, even if he was divorced, would be crass. I didn’t see a Mrs. Hotness or a ring anywhere, but men this yummy didn’t stay single for long. And again, the fact that I found him attractive spoke volumes. I might be seeing his face tonight in place of Davey’s. Sorry, Davey. Oh—maybe Mr. Hotness and Davey together, both of them focused completely on me. That fantasy bore further exploration.

I shook my head. The thought of those lips wrapped around pink parts of me banged around in there, but eventually clattered away. I did not give him an inviting smile, though I was tempted. He oozed sexy badness, and whoever says they don’t have a weakness for that has a serious case of the pants-on-fire syndrome.AUTHOR Bio and Links:

I’m Michele Zurlo, author of over 20 romance novels. During the day, I teach English, and in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips.

I’m not half as interesting as my characters. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. I’m pretty impulsive when it comes to big decisions, especially when it’s something I’ve never done before. Writing is just one in a long line of impulsive decisions that turned out to showcase my great instincts. Find out more at www.michelezurloauthor.com or @MZurloAuthor.

BIO:Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and a strong desire to write novels from a young age. She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance but also writes contemporary as well. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys usingas settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representativeand, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny.

Writing has been in my blood since I was very young but I didn’t published my first book until October 2013 (Rock Star Ex). Since then I have had three other books come out (Stealing Cupid’s Bow, Extreme Heat and Surrender Sweet Succubus) and have several more in progress that are scheduled for publication in 2014. All of my books are being produced into audiobooks as well. Rock Star Ex is currently available as an audiobook on Audible, iTunes and Amazon and the other three are currently in production.Have there been any surprises along the way? Oh yes! Writing the story is only about one-fifth of being an author. Once the first one comes out you are then up to your eye-balls in learning how to market it. And marketing includes things like setting up a website, blog, Facebook Page, Twitter account, sending the book out for reviews, begging people to put it up on their blog, paying for advertising and making swag. (takes a deep breath) It’s been a pretty steep learning curve. And I am the least tech-savvy person in the world! But I’m glad to say that I’ve tackled it all and am now able to relax…just a little bit…until the next challenge comes up.Why this story? What was your inspiration to write it?This story was originally written for an anthology called the Bad Boys of Summer. Unfortunately, due to changes in the royalty structure, I decided not to include it in the anthology and publish it as a stand alone. So, as you can imagine from the anthology title, I had to think of where I might find my bad boy. Where would it be hot and what would he be doing?For work I often drive up the coast to Santa Barbara. Along the way the freeway goes by a kiteboarding beach in Ventura and you can see the kites from the freeway. I have always been fascinated by that sport. Heck, I’m fascinated by any career that is not an office job. So I put my bad boy together with that and love of traveling and Extreme Heat was the result.What was your favorite part of the book to write? The opening scene by far. Kai was competing in a kiteboarding event in the first chapter. I really enjoyed researching kiteboarding. There are some amazing videos on YouTube. After you watch them you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins and it makes you want to try it. Kiteboarding is officially on my bucket list.Is there a message you want your readers to take away from this book?

It’s never too late for a new beginning.Do you have any other upcoming releases or projects you would like to talk about?

Yes, I am always up to something! I recently did a live reading at Lady Jane’s Salon OC from my book Stealing Cupid’s Bow which came out in February of this year. It was recorded for podcast and will soon be available on iTunes. I also recently self-published one of my stories titled Surrender Sweet Succubus. The release date was April 11th. It is currently available wherever ebooks are sold and is in production to become an audiobook. In September I will be attending the Hot Mojave Knights Reader Event in Las Vegas NV as a featured author and will be doing book signings there. My website www.jewelquinlan.com has more information on these and other things coming up.Where can readers find you? Here are my links. Stop by and say hi!Website |Facebook |Twitter | Tumblr | Goodreads| AmazonFun Questions:Who is on your "to be read" shelf? Had to pull up my Goodreads list for this one, lol. Next up for me are The Prince by Kiera Cass (Book 3 of The Selection) and Once a Mistress by Debra Mullins.What are you reading now? I am exploring previously untasted territory with Cinda’s Fella and Ridin’ Red by Nikki Prince. Woo! She is a red-hot writer!If you could only pick one book from your childhood to preserve for others to read, what would it be? The Island Stallion by Walter Farley. I was completely horse crazy for many years. How do you find your muse? She is always with me, whispering from the shadows, but sometimes need coaxing with a good glass of wine.Where is your favorite spot to write? Most of my writing gets done at my dining room table. Once in a while at a Peet’s coffee shop. I love their Uzuri African Blend!What book do you think should be made into a movie? If we are talking about my books, Stealing Cupid’s Bow for sure. I constantly had film in mind when I wrote each and every chapter. Not sure who I would get to play Cupid. Who could possibly fill the shoes of the god of love? If we are talking about other people’s books I think The Wallflower Series by Lisa Kleypas would be awesome!

BOOK BLURB:When photographer Chloe Gaige gets assigned to cover the Pro Kiteboarding finals in Morocco she never expects to run into her childhood crush. Back then, their age difference is what caused her to pull away. Would he resent her for how she treated him back then?Fully grown, pro kiteboarder Kai Shephard is a tough competitor used to going after what he wants…and getting it. When he catches sight of Chloe in the crowd with her camera, nothing can stop him from trying to be with her again. Except Chloe, that is. Would she see him for the man he is now?

BOOK EXCERPT: “I’m glad you’re here, Chloe.” “You are?” He turned his head toward her and looked into her eyes, his hands pressed into her back, drawing her closer.“Because I’ve thought of that night hundreds of times.” His words were loaded with meaning. Chloe skimmed her eyes over his handsome face. He was positively smoldering with emotion. She swallowed hard. This was the moment, the one she would never forget. Her eyes locked on his and her mind churned over the different signals and sensations her body was picking up. “Have you?” he whispered. They were so close. His lips were right there, and he could kiss her any second. His deep, dark eyes were drawing her in. She nodded. He lay still, waiting, but she said nothing more. “You have to give me more than that,” he said. “I still don’t know what happened. I thought you liked it when I kissed you.” Anxiety filled her. It was time to come clean. What would he think of her reasons? How would he see her after she admitted what a weak person she was? “I did,” she said blurted. “It was just….” His clasp on her back remained firm and he turned his body to face hers so their fronts were pressed together. “Just what?” Chloe could feel her face filling with the heat of embarrassment. Did he really want to talk about it?“It was just…school and my friends and….” She stopped and buried her face in his chest, not wanting to say anything more. He smelled so good. The warm scent of athletic male and ocean breeze. He grasped her chin with his hand and lifted her face. “What else?” Looked like she wasn’t going to be able to get out of explaining. He had that earnest look in his eyes again, the one she remembered from long ago. “I need to know,” he said. She couldn’t deny him. “Our age difference,” she said with a wince. “Seriously?” His breath whooshed out with his surprise. “I mean, I know you’ve made comments about it before, but that was the reason you wouldn’t talk to me anymore?” “Yes. No. Sort of,” she said in a rush. “Couldn’t you see how strange it would have been?” “No.” She sighed. “Of course not. You are such a male. If you were a teenage girl you would understand.” “What is there to understand?” She pulled away from him and lay on her back once again. “All the pressure,” she said. “To fit in, to be cool, to be part of the group.” “And you and me would have been a problem?” he asked, sounding hurt. The tone in his voice caused her long-held guilt to well up. “Not a problem, exactly. Just…not usual. I don’t think the guys in the senior class we always hung out with would have accepted you even if some of my friends had,” she explained. “Come on, Kai. I’m sure you remember what it was like being a teenager.” He ran a hand through his hair and stared up at the stars. “I do but what I don’t remember is ever having problems fitting in.” After a moment he gave a great exhale. “Okay, sure. I guess I can understand. Not that I’ve ever lived my life caring about that stuff, but…I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it.” Using the arm still cushioning her head and shoulders, he turned her to face him again. “But you did like me then?” he asked. She nodded. He smiled. “And what about now?” She felt shy and squirmy under his gaze but admitted with hesitation, “Yes.”

He beamed at her response. “And does our age difference still bother you? I’m twenty-one and you’re twenty-three. We’re always going to be a couple of years apart.” She looked away from him feeling very shy and hating it. He still liked her? Was it possible after she’d rejected him? A small thrill shot through her stomach. “No. Why should it bother me?” she said, with a small shrug. Chloe was sure she looked braver than she felt. “Because I want to be with you, Chloe. I want what was lost to us before.” He searched her face with his eyes and then added in a low voice, “And because I’m going to kiss you.”

Can a vampire and a human find love, or will the rules of his society tear them apart?

When Melissa Waters attends the opening of Smash, a newly renovated nightclub, she meets a man who will change her life forever.

David thought his time with Melissa would just be a one-night stand, but he can't get the beautiful redhead off his mind. He wants more. But she's human. David's father, the king of the vampires, will never allow them to pursue a relationship. He will stop at nothing to ensure that his son mates with another vampire. When he abducts Melissa, David is in a race against time to locate her and save her life.

Content Warning: contains graphic sex and explicit language

~Excerpt~

David got up from the bar and walked to the shadows so he could watch the beautiful redhead. He looked at her with a growing need to shelter her from the club. More importantly, what and who was in the club. He'd never felt this way before. What was it about this woman? She was human for gods' sake! Why did he feel this primal pull toward her?

He nearly smiled as she looked over her shoulder at the bar to find he was no longer there. At least he knew he wasn't the only one affected by what was between them. When she looked back to the man sitting at the table with her, David wanted it to be him that she was looking at. Was the guy her boyfriend? At the thought David felt a growl coming on…she was his.

His imagination ran wild as he started to picture his hands running through her shiny, wild red hair. How her head would tip up to look at him. Her mouth would part as her eyes closed, and he would lean over to have a taste of her neck. Slowly, his elongated fangs would draw softly over her pulse and she'd shudder, exposing her neck and giving him better access.

~About the Author~ When Susan was in high school she never really liked to read, but when she was a child she did. Go figure. It wasn't until after she graduated that she caught the reading bug. She had to go to a bookstore to sell off her textbooks and a particular book caught her eye. This book stood out from the other second-hand books because it had a pink cover. It was only a couple of dollars, so she thought Why not? But she couldn't quite bring herself to read her bargain book. It had a pink cover!

Then, after it tormented her for three weeks, she finally picked it up and…could not put it down. She finished it in two days.

After googling the author Susan found that she'd written a heap of books for Harlequin Mills & Boon as well as Single Titles. So of course Susan had to buy all her other books. And when she realised that there were other Mills & Boon authors out there, she just had to search out their books too. And she loved them!

Susan got a ton of inspiration from those books. But the most important thing she realized was that she wanted to write those books too. She wanted to be a paranormal author! Because let's face it, who doesn't like things that go bump in the night?

Genre: Paranormal Romance After a harrowing night Tasia Redcape runs frightened to the core from her family's mansion, right into the arms of the handsome werewolf, Conall McKnight.

As Alpha wolf, Conall knew almost right away Tasia was special. His instinctive reaction to her was powerful. With the pressure from his pack to find a mate and settle down can he ignore the desire he feels for the woman who has come...or will he find himself at the mercy of the witch in red?

~Excerpt~Tasia froze, her heart racing. The whistle of the wind echoed in her head as she stared at the incredible sight before her.

A fierce wolf shifted in the darkness, eyes glowing. Flesh stretched over bones, twisting, turning, the joints cracking until a man stood before her.

She wanted to flee from him and the craziness of her situation, yet she remained fixed to the ground. He was mystical, magical…nothing could describe what she’d witnessed. “This whole night’s a dream. No, a nightmare.” She glanced up at him.

“It’s no dream. I’m very real.” His eyes glistened brighter as he took her hand. “Welcome to our mountain.”

“It can’t be real.” She shook her head. “I was chased from the mansion by a vile spirit, and into the clutches of a shape shifting wolf pack and their leader. You.” She pointed at him, her hand shaking. “Don’t tell me this isn’t a dream.” A shiver raced up her spine as she recalled the encounter. “I know I’m gonna wake up.”

“Yes.” He nodded just as the clouds moved, allowing silver moonlight to penetrate the leafy canopy and illuminate the area, making him look even more surreal. He stood proud, the contours of his perfect physique emphasized by the wash of moonlight.

Tasia could barely look at him without blushing. She’d seen many naked men in her life, but this one was magnificent. “Perhaps we should get you some clothes." She suddenly had a hot flash, and hoped that her hood hid her thorough approval.

Conall looked at her. “I can tell you’re uncomfortable with my state of undress. I can shift back into my fur-covered self, if it would make you feel better?”

“No, that’s okay.” Out of the corner of her eye she admired how large he was all over. Even his flaccid penis was enormous.

“You’ll have to tell me more about what sent you fleeing from the mansion in such panic. The entire forest heard you coming. You sounded like…”

“The hounds of hell were after me.” She twisted her lips, making a silly face.

“I suppose it’s an appropriate analogy for what we heard, then saw as you rushed toward us.” He pushed a curl back from her face. “The hounds weren’t after you, but the wolves were waiting on you.” He chuckled. “Good thing we aren’t from hell.”

She looked directly into his eyes, surprised to see her reflection in his large, now dark, orbs. For some reason his gentle gestures made her want to cry. She stifled the urge. “Oh my.” Tasia touched her mouth. “I hope Bella’s okay. She slept through the whole thing. Unless she woke up when I left. ” She glanced around. “Bella!” she called out. “I hope she didn’t follow me out and get lost in this wilderness.”

Conall touched her arm. “She’s fine.” He took her hand. “We’ll find her. She’s probably still in the house waiting for you. Dogs don’t wander far from their masters."

“Come on. My cabin isn’t far from here. You’ll have to tell me what Bella slept through when we get there. I’m very curious to know what sent you from the mansion.”

“We’re going to your cabin?”

“Yes. I’m taking you some place safe. I hear thunder again, and we’d best move or we’ll be soaked."

“You hear thunder? I don’t hear it.”

“I have good hearing. Now come on, let’s make haste before the storm gets to us.”

They walked for what seemed like at least a half an hour.

Goodness, this can’t be real. I can’t be walking beside a naked man who was a wolf…that doesn’t even sound real. She stopped. This is a figment of my overworked imagination. “None of this has really happened, right?”

“I can’t tell you about what sent you flying from the mansion. But I know I’m real, I guess the wolf’s out of the bag on that one.” He smiled widely at his play on words. “I’ll have to trust you with our secret. I think we can.” His expression grew serious.

“I had a full dinner, remember? Was I on your mind so much you would dream of me?” He moved closer. “Stop teasing me.”

“All right.” He tugged on her hand to move her along.

“I guess you were on my mind.”

“Come on, the rain is coming. I can smell it. We’re almost there.” He led her around a wide tree trunk. About a hundred feet ahead sat a two-story log cabin in a clearing. His black pickup truck was parked out front, and floodlights lit the yard and paved driveway. Compared to the old Victorian mansion she had inherited, his home appeared very simplistic. “Let’s run, we’ll make it to the porch in time.” Seconds after they stepped up on the porch, the rain arrived, pouring down.

“Wow,” she panted, “it was hard keeping up with you, but we just made it.”

“Yeah, timing’s everything.” He scooped up a pair of jeans which had been draped over the arm of a rocking chair.

Tasia looked away, taking in his comfortable cabin. Despite her efforts to appraise his home, she could not help but admire his powerful body. His cock was no longer flaccid, it stiffened up against his taut stomach. It struck her then: he knew she was appraising him. As soon as she noticed his awareness, Tasia strode to the edge of the porch to look out at the rain and forest instead.

“Do you want to go inside?” He asked from right behind her. His voice had a deep timbre, making her insides quake with nerves and desire. “Hey, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I often move silently.” He put a warm, comforting hand on her shoulder.

“It’s okay.” She shook her head.

He had all of his clothes on now. “Or would you like to sit out here for a few minutes? You can tell me what caused you to leave the Redcape mansion in such a hurry.”

Tasia turned her attention to the rain instead of answering. Droplets pattered the leaves, creating a symphony of sound. The woods were beautiful, a truly magical place. She knew someday she would love it here. This place was her home, she could feel it in her bones, and she was going to have to fight the monster who threatened her happiness. The monster, her grandfather, had been a stranger to her in life, and she didn’t need to know him dead either. Stay dead and stay away, you foul man. She inhaled deeply. The breeze relaxed her.

Conall stood next to her. He put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her against his warm body. “I’m sorry if I’m being too touchy. My people are affectionate when we like somebody."

“And when you don’t like somebody?”

“Well.” His eyes twinkled. “It depends. But, that’s why I have big teeth.” He grinned, showing his teeth. “And big claws.” He held up one of his hands, and it transformed instantly into a clawed paw.

She gasped.

“It makes it easier to eat you with, my dear.” He hugged her closer. “I’m kidding you, I hope you know.”

Tasia looked up at him. “Should I be running for my life?” Their eyes met.

“No, I’ll let you know if you need to. I’ll even give you a head start.”

“Thanks.” She looked down at her hands, then laughed. “It seems as if I’ve known you for years, even though I only met you a couple hours ago. I feel as if I’ve lived a whole lifetime since then.”

“It’s been five hours, actually.” He grinned. “And if you weren’t a Redcape, I’d say it was odd you’re not afraid of me. But, it’s in your blood to accept things which aren’t typical or easily explainable.”

“The mansion isn’t the Redcape mansion. From what I can tell, it’s very much Rayford Flemings’ home. And I’m having a crash course in what it is to be a Redcape woman. But why would that make me accept things better?”

“All magical beings accept these types of situations better, because you know innately within your soul what to believe.” He touched his chest, just over his heart.

“I’m not magical.” She shook her head.

“Really?” He raised his eyebrow. “Why don’t you tell me what sent you running from Rayford’s mansion?”

“When you left, I went to the room you said was prepared for me. There, my grandmother had left a note attached to this cape. She explained it was a gift, passed down through the family. I really like it.” Tasia caressed the velvet.

“I do, too. You make it look beautiful. ”He squeezed her close for a second.

“Thank you. I’ve never had such a lovely cloak. It’s all fascinating to me. This red cape has been in my family for so long.”

“I can understand. It must be hard to grow up not knowing who you are.”

“Yes, it is. I was so excited to find out about this place, it was like a dream come true to know I was part of a family.” She sniffed. “Anyway, I got into bed.” She moved her cape to show him her satiny nightgown.

“I noticed you were dressed for bed when you ran through the forest.” He grinned.

“Yes, I went to bed. Bella found a comfortable place on the floor and she was out. She didn’t even wake when I called to her, or when everything else happened. It was odd.”

“Interesting.” He rubbed her back in a soothing motion.

“I fell asleep. Then I woke to the sound of the piano playing. When I sat up in bed, the candles all flamed to life. I thought I was dreaming.” She shook her head. “And then I saw it. I saw it all. I felt it all. At least, what Rachel felt.”

“What?”

“I saw Rachel and Hunter. Rayford killed them both in that room. He tore out Hunter’s heart, then turned Rachel to ashes. Rayford look directly at me. He actually saw me. He told me to be gone from his house. He called me a whore, and said I’d lain with an animal, betraying him. He turned into more of monster, his face distorted into something hideous. I ran as fast as my feetcould carry me.” She leaned her head against his chest. For several minutes, they stood there listening to the sounds of nature.

“So, you saw history play out for you?”

“I guess. But, Rayford saw me. He talked right to me.”

“I have no doubt. He was a warlock of great power. His anger allows him to haunt the place.”

“Did you know he was haunting the place?”

“No.” He shook his head. “Not really. Not like you describe. I’ve never encountered him, although, I’ve never spent the night there either. ”

“Hunter was your brother?”

“Yes.”

“He would have been a lot older than you, right?”

“Yes, he was older than me.”

“I’m not going to let Rayford scare me away. But I don’t want to stay there either. At least, not until I put him to rest somehow. I don’t care if he was a warlock of great power. He told Rachel much of his power had come from the Redcape women. So, there must be a way I can send him back to hell.” Her jaw was tight with fury. “Is there a place I can stay while I’m here working this all out?”

“Yes.”

“Where?” She looked up at him.

“Here.”

“With you?”

“You’re here tonight. I have an extra room.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“Do you want the truth?”

“Always.”

“You’re a beautiful woman. I like your company.”

“Are there any strings attached to me staying here?”

“Strings? Like cooking or cleaning for me? Or maybe having sex with me? Hmm, sounds tempting.” He watched her, then grinned.Buy Links: Crimson Frost Books

~About the Author~ I am Zerlina Valinski. I am weaver of tales of sensual erotic romance. My stories will take you to places you have never been. You will see fantastic places and people. I will tantalize you with stories of Weres, Shape shifters, Witches, Warlocks, Fairies, Imps, pagan gods and goddesses and more mystical creatures. I will invite you into their sensual worlds where they don't shy away from the carnal as humans do. They indulge their passion and they love without mortal confines of the human mind.I invite you to partake in these sensual adventures. They will keep your interest.

The world is old and there are many beings here. Human's ignorance doesn't eliminate this reality. Humans are frozen in their ways, their beliefs. But not the creatures of old, they're fully aware of the hidden world around us. Come with me to meet them and see their domains. To live with them and to love with them.